Empty. I've thinned my Spirit as far as possible in order to Bind Glutton to the Aberrations skeleton, or rather Roots. I tried going further but…it doesn't have its own mind to posses, and only the Roots excepted my influence.
Blinking my eyes open I find myself in a field of silver grass with a singular massive tree looming ominously in the distance. Looking at my hand I find myself made from whispy thin mist? With weightless lead shackles wrapped around my wrist, ankles, and neck.
Do they still count as shackles without a chain being attached, or are they just cuffs?
Every few moments a calming stream of Force will bleed from these Bindings. Slowly closing almost imperceptible scars that cover my whole body.
I'm in some sorta Spirit realm? Turning my gaze away from the titanic tree in the distance I'm eventually able to make out differently structures. A gray mountain, a glittery tower, an almost clear cylinder of ice? But it's only when I look upwoand seeing a golden star radiating love and forgiveness, is my attention dragged back to the Silver Tree.
"Child! Do not look at the SUN!"
Its a voice which should be soft and motherly, except it carries the weight of centuries.
"Child. Broken Prince of the empire built upon my stolen flesh…BIND YOUR SELF TO ME."
I collapse from the metaphysical weight of those words. Memories of getting chopped down again and again and again, fill my mind. My uncles axe which it's appearance id all but forgotten wielded by a calm face empty eyes.
"Three decades. For three decades he inhibited my purpose. For three decades i was left. Forced to only expand under ground!"
Root burrowing and binding together not just earth, but reality. They spread until even multiple islands were bound together… yet no one noticed? No it's more like they didn't care. What value did a few hair thin roots have to an enterprise? So they were ignored.
"You have felt the Twilights touch, You have not aided your families crimes, your share a desire for recompense. So I ask, BIND YOUR SELF TO ME, BECOME A SUBPILLAR OF LIFE!"
Roots erupt from the emphirial ground around me. As I realize I'm not really being asked! Fear fills me as I quickly discovered distance is meaningless in a realm of Spirits. Instead I reach inward along the inflow of Force coming from the cuffs, no the gates that lead back to my body. looking desperately for some form of escape!
Rage, hatred, unfettered desire for vengeance. This mother might claim to have forgiven me… but I'm positive my becoming her subsidiary is a form of punishment. That I'll inevitably suffer under her influence.
Flashes of vision hit me as I'm coiled in Roots. My head is being carried in the jaws of a wooden cat, that's sparking with barely restrained electricity. It eagerly scorches wood and flesh, simply happy to share its fury.
Abominations of several different sizes and lumpy shapes fall to Gluttons onslaught. The Lightning spirit scorches way any and all corrupted Flesh that it can reach, moving or stationary. Only stoping to digout and drain the Force out of the core's of what it kills.
I'm so close the escape, yet so far. "Glutton! Help! Please!"
Rage!
Confusion?
A promise of not letting me go.
Recognition, and fury at having being tricked!
My mind splits under the opposing pull different thoughts. While my Spirit and resolve may be strong, something about my mind is rather weak in this magical new world.
Claws of lightning dig into my right hand. Just as the silver Roots burrow into my ankles.
Reaching out to my wepon I desperately try copying what got me here in the first place "BIND"
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I wake up as a disembodied head cluched in the maw of a large wooden cat. "Glutton! Thank, thank you… I …why am I covered in ash?"
Glutton sends me a rather self satisfying sensation followed by vage memories of having ripped apart and burned just about everything on this floor except what resides in a single seald off room. The memories are odd because there clearly from my perspective, but I don't have them?
"Glutton…wares my body at?" The lightning spirit begins reluctantly tracking backwards through the scorched hallways following the question. Just about every sighin of Flesh has been removed from the 4th floor. Not that the plant life was spared mind you. Rather every thing was equally scorched. And judging by the breeze along my scalp I wasn't perfectly protected ether.
Limping in to a well lite room filled with debris, and damaged trinkets, Glutton pulls my body from the bottom of its pile of treasure. Which is mostly scrap metal remnants from the once hospital.
"Thank you buddy… now I'm gonna undo… what I did to you… okay?" A sense of reluctance hits me quickly followed by recognition and acceptance.
I'm slightly confused at first as to why the Spirit would so easily give up its stolen body? But then I realized that my companion is barely standing. The wooden skeleton is only really being held together by my Sprint-mist at this point, and all the Force Glutton has taken from what it's killed. Having been largely reduced to ash the spirit has mabye a few hours until its body falls apart and it becomes just a weapon again.
Recovering my Spirit-mist is a confusing ordeal. I can only half remember how I did this to myself and clearly some inviting influence is missing from the process. Somehow I infected and infiltrated the Roots only to only to then give full control over to Glutton while basically paralyzeing myself since my body is very reliant on my Spirit to function. I guess Willfull Vessel has a down side after all.
Once I've reclaimed all of my…Astral body?…ya that sounds better. Once I've retrieved my Astral body mass, the wooden skeleton collapses into a pile of ash and I regain my ability to move. I'm also made painfully aware of just how sore, hungry, yet relaxed I am.
Summoning forth my Status Book I quickly conferm a few suspicions.
Name-Fragment
Race-Human
•Body-H
•Mind-H
•Soul-H
•Core-N/A
Level-o[82%]
Class-N/A
Job-N/A
•Affinity-[Spirit(H)]
•Traits-[Willful Vessel]
•Abilities-[Cleave]
•Skills-[Bind-Lv:3*]
•Shards-[Astral*]
Health-[78%]
Force-[3%]
Conditions-[Auto Possession]
•Constitution-[4+1]
-Strength-[1
-Durability-[9*
-Vitality-[4
•Awareness-[3]
-Wisdom-[8
-Dexterity-[2
-Agility-[2
•Will-[8*+1]
-Intelligent-[3
-Refinment-[10*
-Power-[12*
•Charisma-[4*]
-Presences-[4*
-Attraction-[5
-Aura-[3*
•Luck-[1]